*As the light fades from the day, the ships come in closer and closer, moving quickly but not in a hurry. You can see people moving about on the deck, going about their work with the regular haste of deck hands about to make port. The ships do not make any threatening gestures or movements.*
*As the ships approach, you can clearly make out dark green and black trim on the riggings, and a dark green and black pennant flying from each of the three masts on each ship. As the galleon gets closer, you see a smaller Duvanian flag tied to the crow’s nest, occasionally flapping in the wind.*
*Two carracks on the left come in faster, riggings tightening under what you now hear are shouts from mates. The deck hands scurry around, making ready to dock. The third ship, now clearly recognizable as a galleon, slows its pace, but comes forward. Shadowy holes show on each of its sides, but nothing comes out of the holes.*
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*Master Rex waves over a nearby sailor.
The sailor jumps to his side, nervous clutching the knit cap he was wearing a moment ago*
"Sailor" Says Master Rex "Take a crew, quietly armed, and take them the end of that dock."
*points to an empty dock*
"Flag the boat your way. Check them, their papers, whatever they have. Then bring them here, to me. Unarmed. Have a care."
*The sailor tugs his hair, jams the cap back on his head, and runs off to collect five other men and one small female wood fae. They make it to the empty dock hastily, then wait.*
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*The two carracks stop about 200 yards out. You clearly see the names on their sides now: THE LAST CALL and LUCKY GAMBLE. The galleon moves past the two, making its way towards the docks, slowly but resolutely. It stops within a crossbow’s shot distance of the dock. The name is painted in large, clear lettering on the side: HERETICAL PROFIT. A few hands come along the side, watching the shore, and a woman with long hair sits in the lookout. Oddly few people are seen otherwise.
A boat launches from HERETICAL PROFIT. It has four people on it - a person dressed in Duvanian colours, dark blue hooded caplet around his shoulders, the front and back coming to points with small gold symbols reflecting on them; two people that look like deckhands rowing the boat, and a human male, a dark green coat covering him. The boat pulls up the dock where the people are gathered. A paper is handed up, the human smiles and gestures at something on the docks, then after a moment, the people get out of the boat and are pulled up onto to the dock.
The human male steps up and you get a clear view of him. You see a well-dressed human male, an ornate, dark green flowing jacket swirling around well-made boots. Gold tattoos, and some scars. A tricorn adorns his head and completes the outfit. He gives a wide smile, and appraises the people gathered on the dock. He looks around. The elf steps up behind him. The rowers stay in the boat, clearly tired.*
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*The group of sailors who met the boat guide the two males politely towards Master Rex and Lady Aminata.*
*As the ships approach, you can clearly make out dark green and black trim on the riggings, and a dark green and black pennant flying from each of the three masts on each ship. As the galleon gets closer, you see a smaller Duvanian flag tied to the crow’s nest, occasionally flapping in the wind.*
*Two carracks on the left come in faster, riggings tightening under what you now hear are shouts from mates. The deck hands scurry around, making ready to dock. The third ship, now clearly recognizable as a galleon, slows its pace, but comes forward. Shadowy holes show on each of its sides, but nothing comes out of the holes.*
---
*Master Rex waves over a nearby sailor.
The sailor jumps to his side, nervous clutching the knit cap he was wearing a moment ago*
"Sailor" Says Master Rex "Take a crew, quietly armed, and take them the end of that dock."
*points to an empty dock*
"Flag the boat your way. Check them, their papers, whatever they have. Then bring them here, to me. Unarmed. Have a care."
*The sailor tugs his hair, jams the cap back on his head, and runs off to collect five other men and one small female wood fae. They make it to the empty dock hastily, then wait.*
---
*The two carracks stop about 200 yards out. You clearly see the names on their sides now: THE LAST CALL and LUCKY GAMBLE. The galleon moves past the two, making its way towards the docks, slowly but resolutely. It stops within a crossbow’s shot distance of the dock. The name is painted in large, clear lettering on the side: HERETICAL PROFIT. A few hands come along the side, watching the shore, and a woman with long hair sits in the lookout. Oddly few people are seen otherwise.
A boat launches from HERETICAL PROFIT. It has four people on it - a person dressed in Duvanian colours, dark blue hooded caplet around his shoulders, the front and back coming to points with small gold symbols reflecting on them; two people that look like deckhands rowing the boat, and a human male, a dark green coat covering him. The boat pulls up the dock where the people are gathered. A paper is handed up, the human smiles and gestures at something on the docks, then after a moment, the people get out of the boat and are pulled up onto to the dock.
The human male steps up and you get a clear view of him. You see a well-dressed human male, an ornate, dark green flowing jacket swirling around well-made boots. Gold tattoos, and some scars. A tricorn adorns his head and completes the outfit. He gives a wide smile, and appraises the people gathered on the dock. He looks around. The elf steps up behind him. The rowers stay in the boat, clearly tired.*
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*The group of sailors who met the boat guide the two males politely towards Master Rex and Lady Aminata.*
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